The weather is decidedly cold and wet. Boomer, Sam the Cat and Monkey the Cat, have decided going outside and ‘hanging out’ is best left for another day. 🙂
Still Boomer and I went for a small walk, tramping down the ditch bank roads filling our lungs with sweet, cold, fresh air.
As Boomer checked out the news I realized the wind was playing a lovely Love Song. The following is the melody…and in the end you get to hear my old lady voice as I storta stumbled while trying to turn off the camera. Be Kind, now. I was shocked to hear how much I sounded like my paternal Grandmother….I put it down to almost falling. (Lets hope so.)
As always your friend,
Linda
Loved the photo of the corn and sound of water and wind…..there was no lovely song from you on mine, so if you could repost it …I would love to hear it. I did hear the lovesong of the corn, the harvest and your total love and gratitude for the harvest come over with the sounds of water and corn…Love Merri
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The love song was the wind in the corn. I love hear the leaves and stalks rustle.
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You could just hear the wind coming…cool sounds! 🙂
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I”ll bet you can hear the wind in your trees!
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I love the way you hear music in the wind. This is why I feel so good when I come here.
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It sings us love songs and lullabies and hellos and blessing!!! I’m glad you like to come here.
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Boomer is one sensible dog – rain falls so stay indoors.
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I love hearing your voice!!! How sweet!! The corn sounds amazing…I’d love to stand there and listen to that.
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You are very kind…I hear it and I feel OOOLLLLLLLLLDDDDDD!
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I feel older everyday. And I hear my mother’s voice in mine too. But that is also a nice thing. As if they are with us. It’s OK for us just to be who we are right now. Can’t be anything else, can we?
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No we can’t!!! 🙂
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I love the shivery, papery rustle of the leaves as the wind moves through them. You didn’t sound old to me, but then I had no expectation of how you ‘should’ sound. I hear myself slowly sounding more and more like my mother – only without the accent!
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I would like to sound like my mother she had a nice soft low voice.
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I don’t mind mine, but I still sound very British, even after more than 10 years in Australia…
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wonderful ( and your voice sounds nice) 😉
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Aw, thanks…it’s a shock to me.
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Love the sound of wind in the dry corn….sounds like water in a brook! Yep, I can hear my Mother in my voice every once in a while!!
Blessings!
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It’s a gift…seeing our Mother’s in us!
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Lovely .. How nice to hear your voice! Hugs
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Tee hEe erk
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